House - Chapter One
A house terrorizes 5 people to the brink of death…
It all started when I and 4 of my friends decided to buy a house, it was a huge house and that’s why we needed so many people. But we looked and looked but just couldn’t find a place where we could all come together, until… this one house, this one place that was very cheap for 5 people to pay. I knew there had to be some kind of catch, but we weren’t thinking of that right then, but after that’s all we could think about.
The house was a big brick house, or it used to be people before us had put siding on the house and had built a porch. It looks like those kinds of houses in the movies where people from the south used to live, like the plantation owners. This one wasn’t very far from St. Louis, about 20 miles out of the town.
When they got there it was one of the most beautiful sites they had ever seen, they just couldn’t believe they could afford it but they could. Hillary (Hill), Eric, Gabriel (Gabe), Andrew, and me, John. Hill was one of those pretty primp kind of girls, they kind that if they talk to long u just want to hit them, and of course she didn’t eat much too afraid of what people would think about her. She was tall, abnormally tall for a girl, she had blond hair (of course not naturally) blue eyes, and always wore miniskirts and spaghetti straps. Eric was about the same way, just the guy version of it, brown hair tall brown eyes. Gabe was a nerd pure and simple, he dressed with pretty much anything that looked good to him, he just didn’t care about the way he dressed. He was short though and the youngest of all 5 and he was also the only one who actually worked, but he worked from the internet so he had very flexible hours. Andrew, he was the party man of all of us, Drugs alcohol pills anything to get him messed up, and he loved to pick on people. He was about medium height and out of all of them that he was the biggest. And of course myself, I was one of those average people, dark hair medium height average grades average weight, there was nothing really special about me, at all.
This house though, when I walked in it I didn’t feel safe, I felt like something was always watching me. I didn’t ask the others if they felt this, I thought they would think I was crazy if I told them. But I always thought there was something strange with that house, and later I found that out. After 3 days in there we saw our first sign that something else was there. It wasn’t the biggest or worst thing that happened in there but it made Hill and Eric leave, but once u leave this house you’re never the same, and I still haven’t seen them and I drought I ever will.
It was the second day there and the first day we had spent the night in a hotel because we were still unpacking and hadn’t been able to put up our beds, but the second day we did. Eric and Hill always slept in the same bed since they were dating. I felt something that night before I went to bed, I was lying in my bed and it sounded like something said – you’ll never leave – in an ominous screechy voice, but I didn’t pay too much attention to that I had been working all day and just thought nothing of it.
Now, that morning Hill got up to go put on her make-up. When she went into the bathroom she started by shaving her legs, she put shaving crème on her legs then started to shave. –OH MY GOD..AHHHH- Hill screamed at the top of her lungs, even from 100 feet away and behind a closed door I heard the scream. I jumped up and ran to the bathroom, where she had shaved the skin had come up all the way to the second layer of skin. Blood flooded out of her legs where she had cut. There were only 3 spots about 8 inches long each, but she was also crying. We went to pick her up and she couldn’t walk either, she had went limp, then when she fell her ankles potted, her ankle bones went straight through the skin through her skin, then her face went pale white and she passed out. Eric ran in scooped her up went out the door, but then we heard the back door close, Eric was there holding Hill in his hands, his chin was trembling and tears started rolling down his face, then he dropped the body, the body crashed to the ground and it sounded like someone had dropped a large bag of sand on the ground, then he grabbed a knife and before any of us could react he slit his our throat. He didn’t do it fast, he did it slow. First he shoved it in about 1 ½ and then slowly went across till he got to the other side, his face didn’t change at all. I think it wasn’t him I think something was controlling him, or that he saw something when he went through the door that made him want to die, but I wasn’t for sure. One thing was for sure; whatever it was I didn’t want to go through the door and either did the other two.
We cleaned up the bodies and opened the door and through them through, he heard a thump both times on the back door when we through them through. And when we opened the door it looked normal, nothing out of the ordinary but we still didn’t want to see what was out there. This was day 3 I was there for 7 days, all my worst nightmares had come true in this house, and if the others hadn’t gone first I don’t think I could have made it and I still don’t know if I made it.
We slept peacefully that night nothing too out of ordinary, one thing happened something told me that I was wanted, it was the same voice I had heard the past night but this time it was different I can’t say how it just sounded more friendly, that must sound crazy but that is what it was.
I didn’t tell the other two about what I had heard, it didn’t seem like I should since what ever it was came to ME instead of the other two, but maybe it had, maybe it was trying to turn the other two against each other or do an "every man for himself" kind of thing, u know make us all go insane.
The next thing that happened made me sick, I puked many times and some nights I have nightmares about it and still puke. It wont sound like much but if you saw what I had you too would know the true meaning of nightmare, a true nightmare u cant wake up from, a true nightmare makes u not want to go back to sleep, a true nightmare makes u want to kill yourself, but I don’t know for sure I do have nightmares where ever I am, or maybe I’m in a coma and none of this is real, maybe if I’m lucky I’M not real, but god doesn’t love me that much. I am dead I know this, but that isn’t what our story s about, not yet, our story is about the house and how it destroyed 5 lives in that house, and I’m sure it will destroy many more.
BEBO
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